Oh, so Parker grew some balls since they last really met, was that it? Brock didn't remember the kid standing up much for himself before, especially not at the Bugle (well, not without his symbiote pal backing him up). If he wanted to talk crap, he was totally game:

Brock's eyes narrowed. "You cheated! You were always cheating with those photos, whoring yourself out and collecting. And second, you were just taking pictures, you don't know the first thing about properly centering the subject or proper lighting or anything!"

There was more where that came from. He personally suspected that the only reason Parker got the job was because he kept getting pictures at all: he swore that trying to get actual good pictures of the superhero was just as easy as trying to get pictures of unicorns. Only Brock had, several times, because he really had been good before meeting Peter Parker. He bristled. What really annoyed him about Parker was how he took it for granted, his whole gig at the Bugle.

"Also, if you're going to even keep pimping your own pictures out like that," Brock hissed, resisting the urge to stab a finger at Parker's chest, "you might want to start taking more flattering angles. I still stand by what I told you the first time I met the real you."